The Pink Shoe Diaries

i just had a Seinfeld moment

i was in the ladies' room for my mid-morning primping session, when a blonde woman came in (wearing a shade of flourescent lime that i have seen since 1989, but that is neither here nor there), to use the facilities. she came in, did what she had to do, and left quickly.

without washing her hands

now, i am not the neatest person. i leave dishes in the sink. i am not even a stickler for showering every day (especially when one is hungover and wakes up 30 minutes late for work). but the apres-banya washing of the hands is a non negotiable.

i had a brief flashback to 10th grade. i was in the girls' room with a few friends and one of them left the stall and annouced "i am just going to be a scrub today" and waltzed out into the locker room with pee hands. i have never looked at her the same since that moment.

so i was grossed out. but whatever, i don't even know this woman. besides, maybe she has some anti bacterial hand stuff back at her desk and will use it when she gets back to her office...so i walk back into my office a few moments later and there is Ms. Lime Shirt-Pee Hands sitting in the lobby.

"Can i help you?" i ask her.

she looks up at me "Hi, Sarah?"

"Yes...." i reply dubiously

she leaps to her feet and EXTENDS her hand to me "Hi I'm Tina, i came in last week to have you all look at our office products catalogs and you told me to come back next week?"

how do i avoid shaking her pee hands in this exchange? i decided to go with a half truth and rebuff her extended hand with a "i'm sorry my hands are wet, i just WASHED THEM" (unlike you, i wanted to add)

so she sat down, and whipped out her catalogs with her pee hands and i grudgungly looked over them, knowing full well that someone who cannot even wash their hands after using the bathroom, is not someone i want to rely on for copy paper.